They call it isolophilia, I just call it being me. An extrovert loner, free, Dancing in the space I am most at ease. My best friends are introverts, the quiet kind, Who speak with signs, murmurs soft and shy. I love how they listen as my words unfurl, Talking less, their silence reaches the sky. I chatter on, their eyes meet mine, A nod, a smile, a whispered sigh. And when the silence comes, I know it's fine We're both okay, no need to ask why. Sometimes, I need my time, to drift away, But they don’t chase; they understand the play. Our bond runs deep, no words required, A friendship quiet, yet so inspired. There’s Sue, the introvert, pure and true, And Judycos, a balance of both hues. In their company, I find sweet peace, In stillness, I reflect, I find release. For in these quiet hours, I meet my Maker, I find myself, no longer a faker. I strengthen what’s weak, adjust my view, Grateful for moments that feel so true. So when I slip into solitude, don't pester ...